While Dr Doug is working on the punchline, and Hudson Bay is coming up with further nicknames (so far we've had the Flying Bogey [one assumes this isn't to do with rolling stock], and the topical Fuel Rod), here's a picture of a Croissant Maker, aka the Condor Bikes Jig. Or Rig.
Whichever, you sit on it, after a bit of cold reading from the boulanger, a reading which had me down as a Squada campag Centuar riding fellow. Am I that obvious?
While I was recovering from my lack of individuality, Doug was asserting his, by selecting a rather brilliant (both senses) keylime pie to add to the shopping basket. I did my bit by suggested that they might have some older (e.g., cheaper, possibly better quality) Centaur lying around the place.
Then Doug was measured on the rig. Or jig. Inner legs were taken. Fore and aft assertained. Stem height contemplated. Finally, it was all noted and recorded. All that was left were some pedals, the seat (Arione: it sells itself!), and, yes, some keyline pie bar tape.
Terrified at the thoughts of the sprints series being dominated by Fuel Rod, and seeking solace, I took to Regent's Park last night as some sort of firewall. The highlight was leading an Embrocation-based chain gang around the west corner. Chicken to the last, I peeled of a Hudson corner, and headed to the inner loop.
Finally, here's to the GB women's track team!